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i'm sick! grah. walked home today with an UMBRELLA and got soaking wet and i am now wearing a sweater, drinking hot cocoa and sniffing away. how wonderful. and poor little sick me can't rest because mr slave driver donovan chan wants me to do the bio report. all by myself. wish me luck. 2500words. haiz. u better not complain if its not up to standard kay. cos my mind is all fuzzy n can't think properly.

suddenly i long for the days when jean n i would walk home in the rain under her nice blue umbrella. singing choir songs. talking crap about lobster, pk and umbrella(do you still rmb?) doing the flapping of hands during paraiso. standing beside each other in every single choir practice. developing the extremely fuss-free score flipping system.(: running to the toilets. telling ghost stories in the middle of the afternoon. our book straps. flagging the 196 down before taking the 608 behind it. and all the other wonderful memories. i wish they would all just come back. ohwells.

rain brings back memories. some happy, some not so. times when i sat with yujia in the rain and played with frogs and times just playing in the rain dunking people in the pathetic puddles. i smile and can do little else.